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eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
a mulher faltou-me muito, como vocę se chama me, chamada
no porto de york novo
eu sei o que vocę está indo dizer
o que nós fará agora
os navios estăo encontrando-se na baía
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
agite
desolado e solitário
quando eu olhei em seus olhos
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento

 



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